Chapter 118: Silence of Sex Workers
The red room’s heavy door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the hallway of Heaven’s Feel Brothel, the *clack* echoing softly in the calm, silent corridor.
The crimson walls of the room faded, replaced by the muted gold and reddish cream tones of the hall, lit by dim chandeliers that cast a warm, subdued glow. The air was cooler here, the morning stillness wrapping around me like a quiet exhale after the wild night with Elizabeth, the First Lady. My black t-shirt and pants felt little sticky against my skin, my long hair damp from the shower, my body relaxed but heavy, the piece of paper with her phone number tucked in my pocket.
I glanced around, my boots scuffing the plush carpet, the silence almost soothing, until another *clack* broke the quiet, followed by a man’s loud, hearty laugh echoing down the hall.
A door open a few rooms ahead, and a man stumbled out, his t-shirt wrinkled, his half pants sagging, his face flushed with a wide, satisfied grin.
"That was the best night I’ve had in years," he said, rubbing his stomach, his voice booming, his eyes bright with the afterglow of his time inside, his graying hair mussed, his stance loose, carefree. He turned back to the door, still chuckling.
"Ehehe.." A woman followed him out laughing with him, her voice cheerful, high-pitched, carrying a practiced warmth. She clutched a white bedsheet to her chest, the fabric barely covering her naked body beneath, her short brown hair bouncing as she moved.
"I’m really glad you enjoyed your time with me, sir. Feel free to come by again," she said, her smile wide, her eyes sparkling, her tone polished, professional.
It was Hana, a sex worker here at Heaven’s Feel, her act one I’d seen countless times.
The hallway quiet except from their noise, the morning light creeping through a distant window.
"Really loved you, baby. Muah," the man said, leaning in to kiss her cheek, his lips smacking loudly, his hand lingering on her back, then trailing down to her ass, his grin widening.
"If only my wife were like you, I’d never be stressed in my life," he added, his voice thick with flattery, his eyes roaming her, his body relaxed.